#hehe I’m keeping the parents open to interpretation for now

[pocketscribbs]

🥊 ❤️ and 🍎 for Wrap and Whip

Oh my gosh that’s right! You guys can ask about Whip and Wraps too!

🥊- What do they love to do? Hate to do?

They both love to hang out with their big sister Tangle, weather it be going on fun adventures(Tangle makes sure the adventure is safe for them of course), or just cuddling with her when she comes home to visit.

One thing Whip and Wraps used to hate doing was go to the Restoration. Sometimes Tangle will ofter to watch the twins for a day or two, to give her folks a break, so she brings them to the Restoration.

Whip hated that he can’t just run around and explore like he does at home, “bEcAuSe hE cOuLd gEt hURt!” he would pout. And Wraps was just intimidated by the fact that they were going to a new place and spending the night somewhere unfamiliar.

❤️- One of their best memories?

One of their best memories takes place right after the Metal Virus. Once everything calms down on Angel Island, Tangle BOOKS it back home to Spiral Hill Village to check if Jewel and her family are okay.

She gets home and is immediately knocked over by a double-hug from her little brothers, who both proceed to ramble and cry about how scared they were and how much they missed their big sis.

Tangle’s also having the exact same reaction as they are. And she spends the next few days at home with them, and to help rebuild the town of course.

🍎- What’s their relationship with their parents like?

I originally wasn’t planning to get into parents and stuff(I didn’t know this ask was on the list lol), so I don’t have a set idea on what the twins and Tangle’s parental figures are like.😅

I have a few different concepts I think you guys would like, but just to keep my ideas ambiguous…

Whip and Wrap do have a good relationship with the people who raised them. The twins do have a bit of an attachment issue, but they’re like 5 yrs old, so it’s understandable.

[sandayuswife]

Hello! First i want to say im so happy to found your acc since you're discussing the mentality state of the Kirigakure siblings, Sandayu and Hanzo too! 🤧

Sec, can i request you write a psychoanalysis on Genya? Hehe😊

I wish your studies more success!

@nich-u Thank you so much! <3 I'm glad that the content pleases you:) Since psychoanalyses base on mental health alone, I've decided to write a broader analysis this time. This is going to be VERY long, and so fun to write!

Fujibayashi Genya: Mental health & Personality Analysis

So, we'll start by taking a deep look into his childhood and mental health, and lastly analyze his personality using the five factor model and a few additional criteria. Let's begin :)

At the beginning of his route, Genya is introduced as a laid-back, lazy shinobi with inscrutable motives. Gradually, we figure more and more of his demeanor being a mask, which he uses both as a coping mechanism as well as means to keep his feelings and motivations behind a veil.

Later on, we find out that it was his love for Sakuya and death of their mother that has forced Genya to change drastically – which is where we will start our digging.

Childhood & Mental health

Judging from the small pieces of chapters in which we see the Fujibayashi twins and MC interact in the past, as well as Genya’s statements, it is clear that the twins were neglected, yet unlikely emotionally abused. Adding to the stability of their psyche in the earliest years was their close relationship, and thus ability to replace the emotional care they sought from their parents.

Coming to the first event that forces Genya to change - At a still very young age, he witnesses his mother's death during an attack on the village. Not only did she fall while protecting him, but also, those following were her last words:

Assuming that it was most likely Genya’s first time openly receiving emotional care from his mother, and that the chief did not seem to care about her death (simply disposed of the body, apparently), the causes of the event resulted in PSTD, which became chronic for the rest of his life (as it is a common occurrence with children).

A short time after that, we are shown that Genya proceeds to focus all of his care and attention on Sakuya: Trains with him, renounces his own needs to let his twin have more options, and even motivates MC to grow closer to Sakuya, although it was somewhere implied that he himself was 'drawn to her sunny smile'.

Being able to do so and direct positive energy at someone he loves has helped Genya to cope with the incident, although he could not tell a soul about his mother’s last words - The knowledge would hurt his twin, In Genya’s opinion. Having to speculate about such outcomes, think many steps ahead, keep his feelings behind a lock, and due to possible symptoms of PSTD, Genya has matured quickly; and it was more than visible in his behavior.

Next, we know that the Mitsuba have betrayed Fujibayashi village as the twins were approximately 10 years old. A while after that, they had to accomplish a special, long-term mission in order to become fully-pledged shinobi. Beside the fact that he himself has suffered from his own (disposing of bodies ‘as if they were worthless’), he noticed how much suffering Sakuya’s mission has caused his twin. He understood that his brother will only be able to cope with the trauma if he was to run from his feelings.

Being Sakuya’s ‘childhood hero’, as Sakuya himself has stated, Genya knew that if he were to express negative opinions and feelings toward the village, his twin would break his own resolve and agree with him. Thinking their fate unvoidable, Genya has made a choice to break their connection by being the opposite of what a shinobi should be, but still protect and support Sakuya from the shadows.

Personality

Now let’s take a look at Genya’s personality in general, since until now, we have been only focusing on his family.

I will be using the five factor model, which has a scoring system, to do so, although we have to keep in mind that his trauma and personal experiences play big roles in these traits:

1. Openness to experience

Low score. Genya prefers routine, and is wary of uncertainty and the unknown. I have mentioned at the beginning that Genya uses his laid-back lifestyle as a coping mechanism - Independence and space give him an opportunity to breathe. However, he generally does not run from his feelings and is well aware of who and what he cares about.

2. Conscientiousness

High score. He is aware of his actions and their consequences, and has a sense of responsibility, regardless of how much he claims not to do so. Genya exhibits goal-oriented behavior every time it truly matters (grumbling aside). His missions are organized and practically executed.

3. Extroversion

Mid score. Genya is an ambivert (neither an introvert nor extravert). He enjoys being alone, thinking and reflecting, just as much as he enjoys socializing and meeting new people.

4. Agreeableness

High score. Genya is co-operative, and willing to help others in times of need. He respects hardworking individuals, dislikes being involved in arguments, seeks internal and external state of peace. Levels of agreeableness tend to increase with age.

5. Neuroticism

Low score. Genya is able to remain calm in response to stressful situations, and view problems in proportion to their importance. As a result, he tends to worry about such problems to a lesser extent. Of course, this excludes extreme situations, like losing a loved one (in regard to his frustration in the route endings).

Since the model does not cover all that can be interpreted, let’s add a few more criteria:

6. Behavior

Genya tries to cover up many of his positive traits with a mask of a lazy, money-grubbing and disrespectful shinobi, as we all well know. Doing so leaves him more freedom, forces others to lower their expectations, and allows him to expectantly sidestep minor duties in case of an emergency. This, of, course, serves his goals and routines very well.

7. Morality

Genya has a deep understanding and a broad view of the world. He understands the role of each person, that every individual is shaped by the environment, and while he naturally opposes to being a shinobi, he does not proceed to immediately judge or dislike someone of his own kind, although doing otherwise would be a much easier task.

This could be explained by his world-view as well. He mentions that he is ‘like a bird in a cage’, and the same could most likely be said of all shinobi, in his opinion. Because he views the shadows as a place of grief, there is a chance he is less consumed by guilt for killing those who share his origins.

So, I've written a ton, and could write a ton more. There truly is so much more I could address, but I can always write a second part in case particular questions rise, so let me know:) Also, feel free to comment your opinion or something you would add!

Have a great day<3

-A

[sparkles-and-trash]

Craig and Those Guys, Headcanons Masterpost  ~

Craig Tucker 

Looks:

tall and gangly 

has really pretty, thick black hair, but is always wearing his chullo so he always has hat hair lol 

light blue/grey-ish eyes 

long face, defined jaw 

really smooth skin, which is odd since he has no routine what so ever 

casual style, lot’s of hoodies and those Adidas pants with the white stripe at the side? 

Personality:

he has a resting bitch face, but like, as a personality? 

like, when he’s not thinking about anything special or talking about something he cares about, he’ll just sorta tune out and look pissed and/or bored 

but he isn’t grumpy or careless 

just a little aloof lol 

cares a lot about his boyfriend, friends, family and pet(s) 

doesn’t always feel confident when showing it tho 

dorky, he loves space and his niche shows and likes tidying haha 

has the dorkiest laugh and is super embarrassed about it hehe 

Friendships:

isn’t that good with people tbh 

but he really values his friends, and enjoys spending time with them

will fight for his friends, hands down 

is weary around new people, like the the two boy gangs started to hang out a little more, he was the one who took the longest to open up and be chill with it 

likes seeing his friends having fun and being passionate, so he always tries to keep up with their interests etc

which sometimes surprises people 

but like I said, he is really a nice guy, he just has a rising bitch personality 

Family:

has a healthy and good family dynamic 

is kinda awkward with showing them affection tho 

his dad and him have a “slap each other on the back and huff” type of relationship 

but deep down they both know there’s a lot of love and acceptance there<3 

Laura is a cool mom, fight me 

not like, too cool, she has rules and is an authoritarian person 

but she is also funny and sees through her kids’ bullshit 

Tricia is really similar to Craig in a lot of ways

they stay out of each other’s way mostly, but sometimes hang out casually 

doesn’t really fight that much? 

Ships and relationships:

y’all know it, it’s always creek time around here

I usually see Craig as demiromatic gay 

he and Tweek totally have that best friends and lovers type of relationship 

like, not too lovey dovey, but sure as hell passionate at times 

Craig genuinely have so much fun with his bf man, he just wants to hang out with him all the time 

isn’t too creative when it comes to dates and stuff, but he really tries 

often gets help from Token and the others when it comes to it 

actually doesn’t mind PDA, at least chill PDA like handholding and kisses etc 

Token Black 

Looks:

pretty tall and broad, but not like, super fit, he’s just naturally like that 

around the start of high school he started growing his hair out a little, he keeps it in a short and manageable length 

he has very remarkable eyes, dark brown at the edges and they get almost golden by his pupils 

handsome, simply put haha

I would describe his style as preppy/casual? 

like, he dresses nicely, and likes looking sharp, but he isn’t a snob about it! 

I feel like he would look amazing in purple and wear it often! 

Personality:

always writing in a little notebook

loud, contagious laughter

big conscience, always tries to do the right thing

while his friends and classmates loves the perks of his wealth, Token himself feels bad about it a lot

he has a tendency to get a little down about the state of world and it’s unfairness 

he works with a lot of charities and is a volunteer and both the pet shelter, the homeless shelter and the children ward of the hospital, and he really, genuinely loves doing it 

Friendships:

very protective of his friends

because he volunteers a lot, he started running into Stan and Kenny at both the pet shelter and homeless shelter a lot, as Stan is a huge animal rights lover and Kenny genuinely likes helping both people and animals 

the three of them start becoming better friends because of this, eventually brining the two groups closer together 

he is one of the few people Craig will actually go to for relationship advice etc

which is kinda funny because Token is a casual dater all through High School

nothing wrong with that! and like, he still has great advice and is very good with people in general 

very good at making people feel included 

the mom friend 100%

comforts Clyde, keeps Jimmy’s antics under control, keeps Tweek from killing Cartman and helps Craig actually communicate dhslkfhb

Family:

has a good relationships with his parents! 

but feels like he has to live up to a certain level of expectations at times 

his dad is a bit old-fashioned in some senses, but he means well

and both his mom and dad loves him a lot and is super proud of what a wonderful person he is (so am I ilu Token you’re doing amazing sweetie)

Ships and relationships:

first of all, I think Token is bi! 

I like Tyde, but my OTP for him is Tokenny! 

I just really like the dynamic potential and think they would make each other the best versions of themselves? 

Token is great at being suave and charming in general and on first dates that’s casual, but if he already has a crush and/or feelings he is a mess

but like, a cute mess 

anyways, here’s a tiny Tokenny fluff one-shot I wrote a while back lol 

Tweek Tweak

Looks:

big, soft & fluffy hair

big, nervous looking eyes

either electric green or lively brown 

soft sweaters and big flannels 

sweater sleeves always covering his hands

pale, perfect skin 

soft freckles on his nose, shoulders and hands

crooked smile 

slight gap between his front teeth 

a little shorter Craig, slightly more defined much wise naturally 

Personality:

very confused

doesn’t know what day is it

has gotten a lot better at dealing with his anxiety, but still twitches a bit because of the meth coffee his parents had him drink as a kid

juMpY

very funny when he chills enough to be funny haha

has a kind heart, esp when it comes to people and animals in difficult situations 

he has so much compassion in his heart, man 

but also has a short fuse 

is pretty scary when he gets pissed 

will get into a physical fight

esp if anyone insults his friends 

which is why Cartman is terrified of him 

Friendships:

his friends makes him feel very lucky and grateful and he tries to make up for it a lot 

often bakes as a stress relief, which makes Clyde love him even more lol

is pretty good friends with Kenny 

he likes to just hang around people sometimes, doing nothing together, and Kenny enjoys that too, so they often do that 

Tweek loves these dudes a lot, but there’s always so much going on yanno 

good friends with Wendy! 

they share a lot of the same values 

he has a secret talent when it coms to drawing, only Clyde knows (by accident) 

always tries to include those who is a bit on the outside

Family:

complicated 

his parents have always taken a lot of advantage of him, let’s be real 

I often headcanon them selling out to Harbucks at some point, but they keep running the store 

but they have to hire more people and is under more surveillance now, so that saves Tweek a little

he still works there tho

so does Kenny 

honestly, Tweek avoids his parents as much as he can, there is a lot of resentment there 

he loves Craig’s family tho, and they love him back <3 

Ships and relationships:

yeah, Creek it is 

I also like Twenny tho, but creek is my OTP! 

I usually write Tweek as gay, but I’m open to other interpretations 

but he likes boys in any scenario to me 

often has his hands in Craig’s jacket pockets, or hands onto his arm, just likes being physically near him

Craig likes it too, so 

Tweek still struggles with sleeping, but always sleeps amazingly with Craig around :softeyes: 

blushes so hard when Craig manages to catch him off guard with compliments and soft stuff 

is pretty good at being romantic, and does really sweet stuff for birthdays and anniversaries and stuff! 

Jimmy Valmer

Looks:

thick mop of brown hair that’s purposely messy 

would never admit it but he spends time every morning making it that way 

light brown eyes that turns golden in the sun 

had braces for years, so now his teeth are very straight and white and perfect 

a few cute freckles on his face

actually pretty tall, but because of his crutches he slouches a bit so it doesn’t always show 

Personality:

has the best one-liners

living legend for having the record for both the best grades and highest number of detentions at once

can’t shut up in class

sarcastic lil’ shit

sometimes speaks before he thinks but never means harm 

good at seeing when he’s out of line and has no problem apologizing! 

on the fist day on freshman year the current quarterback (a huge senior) was being horrible to Butters so Jimmy simply smashed the guys toes with his crutch 

Friendships:

often takes on a comic relief role in groups 

him and Clyde have big “brooo” energy 

he is the best wingman 

very supportive of his friends, no matter their interest, he always tries to lear about it so he can be there for them and cheer them on! 

Jimmy and Stan bond over their interest in writing in an English class Freshman year 

whenever Stan has a bad day or week, Jimmy or Kyle is always the first two people to notice and do something because of that 

Family:

has a pretty superficial relationship with his parents 

nothing really bad in that sense, but it ain’t that deep 

doesn’t share too much of his private life with them, but if they ask he won’t lie either

because of his good grades and general intelligence they tend to be gullible with him, so he gets away with a lot  of shit 

Ships and relationships:

I usually think of him as pan! 

I see him dating around quite a bit in high school and college! 

hooks up quite a bit, but isn’t a fuckboy, he’s very upfront about what he wants and what he doesn’t

never wants anyone to get hurt

but doesn’t have the best attention span when it comes to dating lol 

falls hard when he does tho!! 

Clyde Donovan 

Looks:

looks like a chocolate Labrador that got turned into a human shdghsdg

soft, dark brown hair 

big, puppy like brown eyes 

medium tall? 

kinda soft, like, has soft features, chubby cheeks etc but isn’t fat 

isn’t ripped either, normal to slightly pudgy I would say! 

wears a lot of old, comfy jeans and hoodies, often red ones 

likes silly graphic t-shirts! 

Personality:

the guys who cries at parties

a real good guy, there’s no denying that

he and Token both cried while watching The Kissing Booth on Netflix, promising each other to always support who the other dates. They swore to never talk about it again

loves his friends SO MUCH

generally loves being around people, he is very extroverted! 

notices stuff others may overlook

both with people and scenery and stuff idk 

compassionate to a fault 

Friendships:

when Tweek and Craig started dating, Tweek was a bit nervous about being with the group and feeling like he took up too much space?

and Clyde noticed right away and made sure to really get to know him well and they became great friends, to Craig’s somewhat surprise

Clyde can be a little intense and Craig figured Tweek might find him too much, but it ended up being the opposite, they really enjoy each other’s friendship and their differences works well together

thinks of all of these dudes as his best friends! 

his first real crush was Bebe who turned out to be gay

they’re real good friends now but deep down he’s still a little heartbroken

but he values their friendship so much so he’s working through it!  

Family:

ohhh :((( 

sad hours offh 

is still very emotionally raw from his mothers’ death

blames himself very much 

his dad is really trying to bond with him tho 

and be a good dad

like I said on the main 5 post I like the AU/headcanon that Clyde’s dad and Cartman’s mom gets married 

in that scenario I think Clyde would be very resentful at first, feeling like his mom got replaced 

but Liane is kind and warm to him and he warms up to her eventually 

calls Cartman his brother 

actually really comes to care for him tho (it’s mutual but Cartman will never admit it) 

Ships and relationships:

bi disaster 

bad luck with love 

he falls fast and hard 

gets sooo happy when things work out! 

but sooo heartbroken when they end 

he has no problem getting the dates! 

but he gets nervous and a little too intense too fast 

loses his confidence fast, but his friends are always there to pick him up <3 

[nad-zeta]

Match up! ^̮^

Heya can I get a match up for a ikevamp guy? I am 4’9 petite girl, with pink dyed hair! I’m really insecure about my thighs so every week I try to watch what I eat and exercise~ I am also a INFJ and Pisces who loves to travel and explore. My goal in the future is to become a interpreter and hopefully be able to travel the world! I am kind, hardworking, and always keep myself busy~ With school i am always extra by taking harder classes and being pres in 2 different clubs. (I’m in like 5 clubs with a part time job on top of that) I love to read, sleep, eat, and play otomes on my switch hehe~ I also free write from time to time because I use it as a outlet to express my creatively and control my feelings when I am mentally not at my best. I dislike my strict parents, and all the standards they expect of me. I know they disapprove of my plans for the future but it’s what I want to do, and what I believe will make me happy, rich or not. I also hate bugs and escalators with a burning passion. I will literally start screaming when I see tiniest of bugs. (Sorta the same with escalators but it’s just in my head lol) While I am the shortest of my friend group I am either the mom friend or the sassy one but I don’t mind being both :) I love and care for everyone but myself and usually always put others before myself, and will always make sarcastic remarks to my friends because they know I truly care. I’ve only dated once and it was because of peer pressure, but I sorta play hard to get because I don’t want waste my time with a fling. When I have kids, I want them to be able to leave comfortably and want to make sure the man I marry will constantly be there for not only me but for them. My real parents divorced and my real dad decided to give up his rights, so I want to make sure when I start a family he will stay with me through life so my children won’t have to deal with going between homes and moving from one place to another. Thanks in advance~

Hi hi, love! ☺❤Thank you so much for the request and sorry for taking sooo long with it! I hope you enjoy it, 🦋dear and I hope you have a super good day! ❤🦋🌻☺

So I match you with............ Napoleon 

The first time you arrived at the mansion, you practically ran into Napoleon while looking for the exit back to the Louver. Napoleon swiftly grabbed hold of your hands and pulled you through the halls back to the magical door only to find it shut. The two of you pulled at the handle to no avail. That is when Comte appeared out of nowhere to explain your situation to you. You were honestly so shook and scared. You low key shut yourself in your room for the first few days venting out all your negative thoughts into your journals.

The residents started to get worried that you had basically shut yourself in your room. Napoleon, who had been the first one to find you when you first arrived, decided to take you under his wing. For some reason, he felt responsible for you. He came to your room the next afternoon (cause lets be real both of you most likely slept in until noon) carrying a stack of freshly made pancakes. He knocked on your door, and when there was no answer, he slowly opened it to peek inside. He was almost so shocked at the sight before him that he nearly dropped the plate. 

For in the room you were busing doing some leg exercises with your music on full blast. He waved his hands around to get your attention when finally you noticed him. To say you went as red as a beet would be an understatement, "Silly petite nunuche, just what are you up to." He curiously eyes you as he placed the pancakes down on the desk. As the two of you sharded the bruch, you had explained to him that you had always been insecure about your thighs so you would eat and exercise in order to get them to a place that you would be satisfied with. Napoleon couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter, he couldn't see anything wrong with your thighs. He simply shook his head and then offered to teach you fencing as a way to tone up your legs.

Since that day, every morning without fail, you would meet Napoleon downstairs, ready to workout together. He taught you all the basics of fencing, and soon you were a natural. The two of you would fence for hours and hours. Occasionally Jean would join the two of you and teach you a few new moves for you to use to over through the former emperor. 

After fencing, it had become somewhat a tradition for the two of you to have lunch together. As time went on you and Napoleon got to get to know each other better and better

For example, you found out that he had a rather big soft spot for children and would spend his afternoons teaching them. You being the overachieving hard-worker that you are, naturally decided to check out his school. You were amazed at just how much knowledge Isaac and Napoleon managed to pack into these young minds. 

As you were watching the two men in their element, a little girl meekly came up to you and asked you for help. As you explained the work to her, you found yourself surrounded by more and more children. And it wasn't long before you were teaching a class of your own. You low key thanked the fact that you had taken so many extra classes back in the future as it had enabled you to be rather knowledgeable. Napoleon couldn't help but smile in delight at the sight of you teaching the children and decided to offer you a position in his small makeshift school. Now in the mornings, you and Napoleon would fence, and in the afternoon you would teach together.

You loved sitting with the emperor during the breaks, simply just chatting about anything and everything. Although you never noticed it, Napoleon would often watch you with a fond smile painted across his face. He admired your the hard work, patience and kindness you would show to the children whenever you taught them. At this point in time Leon was absolutely smitten with you, but you, you were playing hard to get. He would often turn on the charm only to get no results, it was very push and pull between the two of you. And to the outside world, the chemistry and attraction between the two of you had been clear as daylight

When Napoleon found out you loved to travel he was over the moon, as it was a hobby of his to explore in his free time. Now whenever the two of you weren't busy, Leon would whisk you off to some unknown place for the two of you to sightsee. Oh how he loved to explore places with you, whether it is hidden caves or visiting nearby towns, he would always be wearing the biggest grin. One of his favourite trips, in particular, was the one where he had confessed his feelings for you. 

After a while, the man caught on that you were playing hard to get, so he decided that he was done beating around the bush. After your daily fencing match, he told you to meet him in the main hallway in an hour. You were beaming in excitement as you loved to travel around with Napoleon, the man just had a knack for finding the best destinations. You met him in the foyer, and before you knew it, he had swept you off your feet and plonked you down onto his horse. He had absolutely refused to tell you where he was taking you. At some point in the journey, he had placed a blindfold over your eyes as he continued to ride on. Once he had reached the destination, he carefully helped you down from the horse and gently took both your hands in his, to lead you further. With a satisfied nod, Napoleon finally allowed you to remove your blindfold. 

You were absolutely awestruck at the sight before you. He had taken you to a hidden waterfall surrounded by flowers. You looked down to see that he had even set up a romantic picnic under the shade of a great big willow tree.

The two of you chatted away when finally, Napoleon decided to confess his love. He took your hands in his and looked you dead in the eyes. However, before he could say anything, out the corner of your eye, you saw a bug crawling onto your picnic blanket. Without a second thought, you screamed your lungs out and leapt into Napoleon's lap, holding onto him like a scared cat. To say that Napoleon burst out into laughter would be an understatement. This man was literally in tears, laughing at your reaction as he slowly reached over to flick the bug off the blanket. He laughed, even more, when he saw that dissatisfied frown dancing across your face. Now cradled in his arms, Napoleon couldn't help by lean in and whisper a quick "I love you" against your lips before giving you the sweetest, tenderest of kisses. He poured all his love and affection for you into that kiss.

Since then you best be sure he would tease you mercilessly about your hatred for bugs. 

He honestly didn't mind your sarcastic comments, in fact, he found that side of you to be rather amusing. As this would spark a game of wits between you and Napoleon which, to be honest, usually ended in a tickling match.

Napoleon was in absolute awe at your strong personality and resolve. More so when you told him about your strict parents and their disapproval of your future choices. Napoleon, who had been the emperor of France, knows what you are going through in terms of having big expectations and standards placed on your shoulders. He would support you wherever life took you as he knows now that the true meaning of life is to do what makes you happy, not to do what others expect of you. And so he would support you in whatever choices you made. Just as you have brought a sense of peace and calm to his life, he tries his best to do the same for you.

Leon knows about your tendency to put other before yourself, so you best be sure this man will pamper you and shower you with love and affection. He loves that you are always helping the people around you, so he had made a vow to be the one that puts you first and protect and aid you whenever you are struggling. When he sees you have taken on more than you can chew and you are starting to burn out he will gently wrap you in his arms and kiss your cheek as he asks, "mon amour, what can I do to help.

Oooh, this boy loves that both of you are sleepers. His favourite part of every day is to wake up before you at noon and just watch your sleeping face. He loves those quiet, peaceful lazy mornings the two of you spend together. He will legit shower you with small little kisses to wake you up. He loves to cuddle with you, his favourite place to have you is nestled in his arms, as the two of you sleep the day away. He absolutely loves to spoil you with brunch in bed on the days he wakes up before you.

Napoleon knows the second you are not mentally or emotionally at your best. He knows that during those times he has to give you some space to write. Although Leon can be a little clingy at times, so he will definitely insist you sit in his arms while you write out your emotions. Will definitely drop a few playful kisses on your cheeks and neck in an attempt to cheer you up. If you want to talk out your feelings, he is always there to lend an ear, but he understands if you would want to write it out. 

This man will 9/10 times insist you read him your writing masterpieces. He knows you are an excellent writer as he may or may not have peeked at some of your stories.

He will reassure you every day of his love and devotion for you. The day he confessed his love, he gave you his heart, body and soul in an oath. A vow, mind you, that he renews every single year on your anniversary. He is madly in love with you and has found peace in life with you that he has never found with anyone else. He has devoted his life to caring for and loving you. 

You can 100% be sure that if the two of you cuties ever have children that he would be the greatest dad and husband anyone could ever ask for. After you had told him about your past and your family, he is sure to remind you every single day just how much he absolutely loves and adores you.

Often the two of you cuties, can be found snuggled up in bed together sleeping the day away, sharing in each other warmth and love. If the two of you aren't enjoying a peaceful day relaxing, you are off on some crazy fun adventure, travelling the world and exploring unknown places together.

Other potential matches.................. Comte 

I hope you enjoyed this dear and I hope you have the best day! @mioreos​

[sebs-anxiety-and-insanity]

It's perfect./Virmile

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"We're dating!!" Patton squealed, Logan rolled his eyes fondly. "Yes, to put it simply." Patton nodded jumping up and down. "To be honest, Virgil made this happen, he saw the signs and helped me interpret them." Everyone looked at Virgil surprised. Virgil's breath had stopped. Yes, he helped. But he did have a crush on Logan, to put it simply. "H-hehe.... It was... sad to watch him be clueless," Patton giggled. "Virgil, I do hope we can still finish our puzzle?" Virgil shook his head, "no, I have things to attend to today. Sorry." Logan nodded in understanding. "Mabye some other time." Virgil sunk out.

Virgil plopped down on his bed, crying softly, covering himself in his weighted blankets. His thoughts swimming around his head, not noticing the knocks on his door, or when someone opened it and walked towards him. He flinched when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Realizing it was just Emile he calmed down. "S-sorry" Emile shook his head. "You have nothing to apologize for, I know you've had a crush on him." Virgil stared at his wall. "How am I supposed to react now?" He sniffled. "Logan may be pretty blind to that sort of stuff but Patton isn't, and he'll know if I'm avoiding him." Emile started rubbing soothing circles on his back. "Well, you could always hang out with the others more? Maybe they'll help you through it like how everyone helps Toph when she misses her parents!" Virgil sighed. "It'll help you keep your mind off of it. But you shouldn't bottle up your feelings." Virgil smiled. "Thanks Em." Emile smiled. "Of course Virgie! Now I know you're trying to get me to leave so I'm not. I know, I'll turn on The umbrella academy. I'll get popcorn!" And with that Emile jumped up enthusiastically going to get what he needed.

~1 year later~

"You look great kiddo!" Patton handed Emile his jacket. "You think so?" Patton nodded eagerly. "Now you better get going! Virgil is waiting!" Emile smiled, thanking Patton before heading towards the imagination. Virgil smiled upon seeing him. They stepped through the door and before them stood a Forest with a path weaving through it. They started walking in comfortable silence, before Emile knew it he had reached for Virgil's hand. Emile blushed madly when Virgil squeezed it. They finished their walk hand in hand. They reached an clearing, there was blankets laid out in the middle, they sat down, and talked. About anything and everything, Emile turned to Virgil when he suddenly went quiet, then blushed. Virgil was staring at him. Studying every feature, he leaned in closer, glancing at Emiles lips before looking back up at his eyes. "May I kiss you?" Emile blushed even more and nodded slowly. Virgil closed the gap between them their lips fitting together perfectly, they moved their lips together in harmony, (but that all changed when the fire nation attacked- sorry I'll stop now) they pulled away reluctantly, damn needing to breathe. After a moment Emile spoke up. "Now, *pant* correct me if I'm wrong, but your my boyfriend?" Virgil nodded and smiled as Emile laid his head on Virgils shoulder. "Thank you Virgil, it's perfect."

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Hope you enjoyed!!!

[daxieoclock]

ok shay you dont understand i was literally scrambling through our messages on discord to find a dissidia link and now i cant pick between the kairi reunion with sora and the namixi bed sharing scene so you gotta pick for me

jdhfbghjgb Enu you absolute sweetheart thank you for the ask

they’re both kinda short scenes though sooooo por que no los dos djhfgbjh

Kairi reunion scene is in chapter 10 and the Namixi scene is in chapter 14

She'd only been there twice before, both times after Xehanort's defeat, but Kairi instantly recognized Terra, Aqua and Ventus's home: the quintuple towers and golden chains of the Land of Departure.

I don’t remember if I ever articulated what both of those times were in my head, but it’s a HC that just felt right hehe.

And there, sitting on the bottom steps leading up to the front door, was Sora.

He hopped up as soon as he saw her, that stupid grin all over his face, and then Kairi's eyes blurred over and her feet pounding against the stone courtyard.

"It's so good–" he said, and she cut him off by punching him as hard as she possibly could in the shoulder. "OW!"

Kairi’s anger, frustration and just general emotion is something I had a lot of fun exploring in DKH, and something I definitely want to do more of if I ever return to KH writing (still undecided on that). As much as I love the comedy beat of the pissed-off reunion, it’s an honest feeling I think, to be both overjoyed and infuriated by someone at the same time. And it definitely fits my interpretation of where Kairi – who has been incessantly damseled, left behind and sacrificed-for – is at this moment in her arc. Furious and bitter and just wanting to drag her dumbass bffs/bfs to safety whether they like it or not.

"It's so good–" he said, and she cut him off by punching him as hard as she possibly could in the shoulder. "OW!"

"You absolute, goddamn, stupid idiot!" Kairi shrieked. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? How worried Riku was?"

For whatever reason this makes me think of the very beginning of the story, with Riku lying awake thinking of Sora. Like...yeah. Yeah he was. And on that note, as much as I missed Sora’s presence in the story, I absolutely loved the chance to expand on Riku and Kairi’s friendship/relationship (it’s complicated; when is it ever not?) without him there. I wanted to emphasize both how much they care about each other, and how much Sora’s absence is felt nearly constantly.

"Probably," Sora said, sheepish, massaging his shoulder.

"We had to try and explain to your parents how you....you vanished into thin air, but how it's actually completely okay because you did it to save my life!"

I don’t know that I’ll ever focus too much on any of the KH characters’ biological families, but I think the Destiny trio are the closest to actually Having Any Sort Of Bond with their parents. We’ve got a vague idea of Kairi’s home life – adopted daughter of the mayor, and I’ve extrapolated her dad is kind of absent – but none of Riku’s and only the fact that Sora has a mom. But the idea of Kairi and Riku returning to the island alone, having to break the news to Sora’s parents, just stuck in my head when I was writing this.

She didn't know who embraced who first. But she was in his arms then, and he was in hers, and she squeezed him so close, so goddamn tightly.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Just hold me," she said. "Just shut up and hold me."

I think this is just a sweet moment tbh djhfgbj.

"Your hair looks longer," Kairi said, finally. They were sitting on the steps together. Her eyes had cleared, but she wasn't ready to leave this moment. "And you're missing a button on your jacket."

"Oh." Sora ran a hand through his hair in that absentminded way that he did. He laughed. "I hadn't noticed."

Liar. She knew him well enough to know when he was putting on a front, and he definitely was now. But she wasn't much better, she had refused to point out the bags under his eyes, the greyish pallor of his tan skin, the way his blue eyes seemed darker than she remembered. She couldn't speak those details, as if silence would make them go away, as if she could will away the scuff from his shoes and the dullness from the little metal crown that hung around his neck. He reminded her of how Aqua had looked after they'd rescued her, so relieved but yet so exhausted. It was the impact of that much time spent alone, that much time spent wandering, spent lost and far away from the ones you love. Kairi's grip on Sora's hand tightened.

I will never forgive Nomura’s cowardice to not show the physical, kinda traumatizing toll that years of isolation in the RoD took on Aqua. 0.8 delved into it slightly, but only in the most surface-level way. And judging by what we’ve seen from Re:Mind and MoM, the same sort of surface-level emotion is going to be applied to Sora’s ‘death’ as well. He’s almost definitely going to come out of a YEAR of complete isolation being just as chipper and bright-eyed as he’s always been, and that is something I wanted to rectify here.

I love the KH cast and I love seeing them challenged, and love watching them grow. There’s not quite enough Sora in DKH to grasp the full extent of how he’s changed after his ‘death,’ but I’d like to think we do see that he HAS changed. It’s something I touched on more directly during Riku’s reunion with Sora, but it’s present here as well.

"So, who's your friend?" He motioned with his head towards the Spirit-Namine, who sat patiently on her haunches.

"Sora, it's me," she said with a little laugh. "It's Namine."

"Oh." Sora stared at the Spirit-Namine for a moment, the gears straining in his head, and then he looked over his shoulder up the stairs, then back at her with a confused expression on his face. "Wait, weren't you sleeping inside? Why are you here and a cat? How are you here and a cat?"

But of course, even after that sort of trauma, Sora is still Sora. He’s still a goober and a softie, and I didn’t want to abandon those traits for the sake of angst.

Sora had never been very comfortable with silence, she noticed him starting to shift and adjust next to her.

ADHD Sora rights.

Kairi kept catching herself holding her breath, waiting for him to vanish or the floor to give way or her alarm to wake her up. Waiting for something to drag him away again.

He looked over his shoulder at her and smiled. "I'm not going anywhere, you know," he said.

Kairi spluttered. "What...who...shut up!" She stared at the ground, cheeks flushed, unable to acknowledge out loud that he'd read her so well.

I haven’t decided if Sora’s surprising emotional perceptiveness is a new aspect of his character or something he’s always had that hasn’t been highlighted well, but it’s definitely an interpretation of him I enjoy. Like, yeah, he’s impulsive and inattentive and kind of rude on occasion, but he’s also showed some moments of being able to read people with shocking accuracy. I think that’s a skill some Keyblade wielders have, a sort of magical hyper-empathy, and Sora definitely has it in spades without even trying.

And briefly before we go into Namixi (and speaking OF Namixi)

Xion glanced at Sora and Kairi from the middle chair and threw up a peace sign. "Hey, what's up?" Her outfit had also changed a lot since Kairi saw her last, she had on a pair of loose black cargo shorts and a pullover hoodie, her black hair swept to one side and tucked behind her right ear. Honestly, she looked a lot happier, a lot freer.

Butch Xion is absolutely the hill I will die on this gal is 100% loves girls and presenting in nonconforming ways.

Namine, laying against Xion, her eyes closed and her expression peaceful.

Xion looked down at Namine as she noticed Kairi's stare. "Oh, yeah, I'm uh...keeping her safe? Cause she can't move when doing her spell, and uh, probably more comfortable than laying on this ground or something right?" She forced a laugh. "Yeah."

Namine, who absolutely has ulterior motives: “I’m going to be unconscious while using this spell and I’d rather not wake up sore, so maybe you could hold me while I’m using it? I’d make me feel safer too.”

Xion, who is gay as shit and forgot about the fact this castle has beds in it: “Yes absolutely I will totally hold you for as long as you need Namine wow yes that sounds great I’m on board heck yeah.”

*************

And with that introduction let’s hop right into the dedicated Namixi scene shall we.

Namine heard her door open, then close. She didn't move, just kept staring straight ahead, lying on her side in the bed, her heart beating staccato on the inside of her chest. A quiet bump of collision in the dark.

"Ow!" Xion muttered. "Stupid bed."

No good confession scene is complete with at least a couple comedy beats.

Her eyes probably had to adjust to the dark still, which Namine was thankful for, considering the fact she was probably blushing up a storm at the moment. "Are you okay?" She sounded so concerned, oh light.

Gentlebutch Xion strikes again. I refuse to see her as anything but very polite towards pretty gals (and Namine is very pretty gal in her humble opinion).

"I'm fine," Namine said, quickly. "I just...." She reached out to take Xion's hand, but hesitated, and just let her own fall back onto the mattress. "Wanted to see you, I guess."

"Oh," Xion said. Relief. Namine started when she felt Xion's fingers brushing against her hand. "Shit, sorry, sorry."

"No, no." Namine laughed, and took Xion's hand. "Thank you. This is really nice."

The eternal sapphic dance of being terrified of overstepping and desperate to express your affection at the same time. Also I have said it before and I will say it again: The Gay Gals Love Hands. Idk what it is but sapphic attraction is like 75% hand-holding it’s ridiculous.

Xion opened her eyes again, those gorgeous purple eyes.

Changing characters’ eye color is sort of a running theme in my fics I suppose, though it doesn’t ALWAYS come up. Xion’s purple eyes is something I saw once and got stuck in my brain forever. I have no idea who came up with it or why it’s something that apparently a decent chunk of Xion fans hc for her, but it sure is what we’ve decided on haha.

Three words. That's it. So easy, just three words. Just say it. Say it. "When you found out Sora was here, and decided to go after him." Coward.

Namine, like most of the female cast of KH, has basically no outwards emotion and very little development. For whatever reason, I’ve fixated on an interpretation of her as someone who expresses her emotions in unconventional ways, spends a lot of time overthinking things, protects herself by exaggerating her personality around others while also being terrified of hurting people the way she was forced to hurt Sora. It’s sort of funny to see a very similar personality come up around my interpretations of Haru Okumura in Deja Vu, but Namine definitely expresses her post-trauma identity a lot softer, less formal but still so very careful.

Anyway that’s a lot of words to say that she self-loathes and picks her words incredibly carefully and that contrasts really interestingly with the more impulsive, emotion-driven Xion. They’re a good fit for each other C:

"You can get under the covers too, if you like."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Please stop being a gentlewoman and take the hint. "I want you to," Namine said. Was that too firm? Too bossy?

"Oh!" Xion smiled, and threw the comforter over herself in an instant. Guess it was fine.

More of that aforementioned dynamic.

"This is very good. I'm happy."

"I'm glad," Xion said. "I...like making you happy."

Namine had to inhale deeply at that. It wasn't easy to confess when the girl kept taking her breath away.

I really like the idea in general that it takes so long for Namine to tell Xion how she feels because Xion just keeps doing really sweet things or being kind of romantic but not really making the space for that confession, and Namine just gets flustered and puts it off.

Three words. Just three. Just say them. Namine took a deep breath. "I, uh. I..." She felt a sob welling up in her throat. Light, why was this so difficult, why couldn't she just tell Xion–

Her lips were on hers. Namine couldn't breathe, could barely think for the screaming of her heart in her ears. Xion broke the kiss, looking so very embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean–"

Namine reached up and pressed a finger to Xion's lips, cutting her off before she could apologize any more. "Um," she said, "kiss me again?"

And Xion nodded, and Namine let her finger fall, let Xion lean in and kiss her again. And she squeezed her hand so tightly and kissed her back.

So not really a confession but Xion DID get the hint. Once more: Xion’s impulsiveness makes things both very difficult and much easier for Namine. And I think I like the fact that she ends up deciding to just go along with that impulsiveness, just let go of her plan and kiss the gal she’s been pining for, and stop beating herself up about the words she can’t say yet. It’s sweet hehe.

[thesunnyshow]

Name: leyna

Age: 1X

Writing Blog URL(s): @jensungf​

What fandom(s) do you write for? nct (dream)!

Nationality: american!

Languages: english, vietnamese (spanish??? very bad)

Star Sign: capricorn sun!! 

MBTI: enfp-t hehe

Favorite color: lavender

Favorite food: beef chow fun/noodles

Favorite movie: our times!

Favorite ice cream flavor: chocolate chip cookie dough

Favorite animal: cats! 

Coffee or tea? What are you ordering? hmm i’m not a big fan of either tbh but vietnamese iced coffee with a LOT of condensed milk is super good 

Dream job (whether you have a job or not): honestly idk! maybe an editor or professor who knows

Go-to karaoke song: “gee” by snsd or “if it ain’t you” by alicia keys

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose? vocal-induced manipulation or basically power of persuasion with my words hehe

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose? maybe the 90s! i really like the vibes and aesthetic

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you? no bc learning is a part of life!

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken? horse sized chicken hahaha bc horses are wild

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been? drama queen LOLL

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures? to an extent yes! 

If a genie gave you three wishes, what would they be? world peace, equality for all, and hmm true love in every life i live

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know? i have 3k followers on pinterest hahaha weird flex

When did you post your first piece? april 2020!

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why? i write most fluff and angst or a combo! with some crack bc who doesn’t love some humor hahah

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc? i write reader inserts

Why did you start writing on Tumblr? ive been writing on tumblr since 2015, just for diff fandoms bc i always loved reading fanfics and i wanted to become a better writer

What inspires you to write? other writings, real life experiences, dreams, basically anything!

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most? i find fluff easier to write than angst but i like a good balance of all the genres! i rly like writing soulmate!aus for some reason or just some domestic fluffy established relationship stuff

What do you hope your readers take away from your work? i hope they can actually feel the emotions i’m hoping to convey from each character (referring to my more angsty works) or their sweet tooth gets satiated hehe

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively? i try to read other stories or talk to my moots to help me!

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful? i think my fav has to be only forever because it’s something that i feel like is really cliche but it actually represents the meaning of young innocent first loves. i reminds me of what someone’s youth should sort of feel like. my most successful has been jsmr: sugar and spice because who doesn’t love jsmr!jeno and some sweet fluff and a spicy make out scene 🤭

Who is your favorite person to write about? jeno or jaemin tbh

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose? there is a slight difference because fanfiction provides you a sort of foundation with characters but to be honest, i believe that if you just switch the names and perspectives for most of the stories on here, it would become a bestselling hit because it conveys the same emotions and it’s just as enjoyable to read. the writers on here are truly exceptional. 

What do you think makes a good story? i definitely think little details and the nuances that add to the plot development and character development. most importantly, if a story evokes emotions from me and i can feel the story then i think it’s beautiful in itself. 

What is your writing process like? for me, i can come up with an idea based off of anything that might inspire me. like watching something, reading another story or just a dream i have. then i like to outline my stories by bouncing ideas with my best friend and from there once i figure out all the points i wanna hit i start writing! or for spur of the moment fics i deadass just start writing

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story? yes, most likely. 

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand? i love fwb to lovers and enemies to lovers! also soulmate!aus / tatbilb tropes cus i’m a sucker for cheesy stuff. i’m not a big fan of cheating/parent/apoc!aus or love triangles. oh and i can’t stand slow burn 😭

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you? as someone who lives off of validation, it means a lot and motivates me to write my stories and post them! we put so much hard work into our stories, so feedback and engagement is honestly the least you can do 🥺

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)? i think just being in a community with other talented writers has taught me a lot!! and of course, having people read my work.

Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged? yes! all the time. 

Do you think art can be a medium for change? yes, maybe not on a macro scale but personally definitely. 

Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself? sometimes, but i always try to pull myself back into why i really started writing. but writing for others helps motivate me. 

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times? not on a serious level! it’s more so how details and events are interpreted but it’s fun to see how ppl have different perspectives on own piece versus your own vision.

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr? yes!! not my family ofc but my close friends do and support me 100% and i’m forever grateful for this

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers? thank you so much for everything you’ve ever done for me no matter how little or small it may seem, it means the world to me. 

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there? i think you need to realize why you’re writing and it’s because it brings you happiness, and you’re sharing your beautiful work out there and it has the possibility to change someone’s life whether it’s bringing them a little bit of joy or helping them feel emotions. you might discover things you never knew about yourself as well. 

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr? not really! as of recently i’ve seen a lot of changes with the platform and although it’s a big struggle, i can’t regret it because it’s brought me so much.  

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey? i’d hate to pick and choose because all my mutuals have really helped me in some way whether or not they know it because they inspire me, motivate me, and are just genuinely amazing people to talk to. but honestly talking to mary / @neostains​, nana / @nanasarea​, anie / @mjlkau​ have helped me open up from being shy and i appreciate them a whole lot. 

Pick a quote to end your interview with:  “to burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.” - spanish poet federico garcia lorca

[alvacchi]

Susan x Ray scenario, please? I want this ship to become popular

Your wish has been heard loud and clear!

This turned out longer than I thought! I will put part of this under cut to not take up people’s dashboards haha.

There isn’t much information on Susan, at least not in English! So this will be based off of assumptions! It could be read as a close sibling bond at the same time!

Here’s my own interpretation of how Ray and Susan’s relationship went! Enjoy!

[This contains spoilers from A Letter from Norman, Prologue and Chapter 1. Also spoilers up to Ch 32/Episode 11]

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SCENARIO: Numbered: Susan’s Story

Year 2038

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 4

Susan = Age 5

Olivia & Michelle = Age 6

[Ray was sitting against a tree by himself, reading his book and humming a lullaby as the others were playing tag.]

Ray: 🎵 🎵 🎵 ~

Susan: What a beautiful melody!

[Ray stops singing and looks up from his book to see Susan looking down at him.]

Ray: Aren’t you playing tag?

Susan: Don’t feel like it. What about you? Aren’t you going to join?

Ray: It’s a nuisance.

Susan: Did you compose it? The song?

Ray: Not going to tell you.

Susan: Well I think you should sing more! You got a nice voice.

Ray: Hm [he goes back to reading his book]

Susan: Hey, are you listening?

Ray: …

Susan: … ‘Not talkative much? Wait…is he reading about farming?’

[The others were starting to gather around now. Eventually, tag was over.]

Olivia: Susan! You should come play tag with us more!

Michelle: That’s right!

Emma: Ray, you should come too!

Ray: I’ll pass. Who’s going to keep track of the time?

Emma: You can do that while you play!

Ray: I’d rather stay and read.

Emma: [pouts]

Susan: Haha I’ll join some time!

‘Maybe I’ll be able to get Ray to play too.’

—

Year 2039

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 5

Susan = Age 6

Oliva & Michelle = Age 7

Ray: Why am I playing tag again?

Susan: It’s important to move your body around more! It’s good exercise.

Ray: Right.

Susan: [covers Ray’s and her footprints up as they move around the forest]

Ray: Heh~ you’re really good at this.

Susan: Of course. This makes it so they can’t track where we are…

[Susan sees a scratch on Ray’s ear.]

Susan: Ray

Ray: Yeah?

Susan: What happened to your ear?

Ray: ! [He immediately puts his hand over his ear] It’s nothing. It’ll heal up.

Susan: You’re going to get an infection if you don’t bandage that! Let me see that!

Ray: No

Susan: Ray–

??: AAAAAA!!

[Ray and Susan run over to the source of the scream. Norman is seen collapsed on the ground exhausted with Emma worrying over him. Ray grabs a stick and starts poking at Norman.]

??: THERE WAS A MURDER!

Emma: No there wasn’t! But Norman fainted!

Isabella: He’s sick. Listen you can’t go near the infirmary for a while. Okay?

Everyone: Okay! [Emma stands there shocked.]

Susan: ‘Ray, he’s hiding something but he’s always been secretive. Maybe it’s not that important…’

—

Year 2040

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 6

Susan = Age 7

Helena: Susan, you’re always talking about Ray nowadays.

Susan: What? No I’m not!

Abbie: Yes you are.

Susan: I’m just worried that he’ll stay being alone. He’s always sitting by the tree reading his book by himself.

Helena: That’s true. He seems to keep his distance from everyone.

Abbie: Don’t Emma and Norman go play with him? Aren’t they the same age?

Helena: Maybe he’s afraid of getting close to us because we’re going to leave the household one day.

Susan: Olivia and Michelle have already left with their foster family. I wish he’d warm up to us more. I’ve been trying to get him to…

Abbie: I’m sure you’ll be able to!

Helena: Yeah! Believe in yourself!

Susan: Thanks you guys! I’ll do my best!

—

Year 2041

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 7

Susan = Age 8

[Ray and Susan were sitting outside by the tree as the others play tag. They started talking more often now.]

Susan: A ghost hunting adventure? You, Norman, and Emma went?

Ray: Yeah! I was dragged along to find out if ghosts exist or not, even though it was obvious they don’t. Olivia and Marcus were saying there were ghosts at night and Emma thought of writing a letter to the ghost. It was ridiculous! Turns out also that Chucky was the ghost in the hallway and Robert was the piano ghost. Emma got a reply to her letter but I believe the one who wrote back was Mama though. I’m sure Norman caught on but Emma probably doesn’t realize.

Susan: Haha that sounds like Emma! Did that happen? Ah, I wish I wasn’t sick that time! I miss Marcus and Robert now! They already left the household not long ago. Olivia and the others too. You sure talk a lot about Emma and Norman. They mean the world to you huh?

Ray: …Yeah. Yeah they do.

Susan: That’s nice. I envy that. Hold them close and make sure you don’t let go.

[She pats Ray on the head with a smile.]

Susan: …could I hear you sing that song once more?

Ray: I don’t feel like it right now.

Susan: Heeh please?

Ray: I’ll tell you something about it instead. I learned it when I was in the womb of my biological mother.

Susan: Huh?! Really? How is that possible?

Ray: I don’t have childhood amnesia.

Susan: Woah. How nice~. I want to remember something that far back! Then, maybe I’ll know something about my parents. We’re orphans though.

Ray: …

[After some time of peace and quiet, Susan suddenly started giggling to herself]

Ray: Why are you laughing?

Susan: I’m just glad to see you opening up a little! Do you remember? During that time Norman got sick, you were forced to wear that mask. You were giving some ideas to Emma so Mama taped up your mouth.

Ray: Do you have to remember the worst parts about me?

Susan: Sorry! But I thought it was cute!

Ray: …[flustered] I’m not cute…

Susan: You’re so mature for your age, despite being shorter than me.

Ray: I’m not that much younger than you. And besides I’m still growing.

Susan: Hehe maybe you’ll get taller than me one day!

Ray: Yeah…one day…

[There was a hint of sadness on Ray’s face for a split second before it goes back to normal. Susan didn’t miss it.]

Susan: ‘Huh? Why did he look so upset?’

—

Year 2042

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 8

Susan = Age 9

Isabella: Congratulations Helena. You’re going to join a foster family.

Abbie: Helena! Congratulations! You’re so lucky!

Chucky: More and more of you guys are leaving!

Jimmy: Darn, it’s going to feel more lonely!

Abbie: Hey you guys! This is a time for celebration! Let’s be happy!

Susan: Helena, make sure you write back!

Helena: I will! Hey, what do you guys want to do when you go outside? I’m going to become an artist and draw animals outside!

Abbie: I think I’ll want to go on a boat and see some cute bunnies!

Chucky: I want to see a fairy!

Jimmy: Oh yeah I read about fairies in a picture book! They’re cute!

[As they were talking about their future plans, Ray was helping out in the kitchen with the others, cutting up vegetables. He listens in to their conversation.]

Susan: I want to meet more people! Being together with you guys is already so fun! Just thinking about getting adopted makes me so happy!

Ray: ‘It’s not something to be happy about!’

[Ray accidentally cuts himself with the knife.]

Ray: Ah.

Emma: AAA RAY YOU’RE BLEEDING!

[Susan and the others noticed the commotion in the kitchen. Isabella was going to go with Ray to get his finger bandaged up in the infirmary, but Ray insists he can do it himself. Susan comes to see him there, worried.]

Susan: Hey. Are you that bothered about me leaving the house some day?

Ray: …

Susan: Ray…you know I’ll be writing to you. You don’t have to be so upset. I won’t let you be lonely. Besides you have Emma and Norman to keep you company!

Ray: I wasn’t even planning on getting attached to them. ‘Much less to you’

Susan: [smiles] Friendship isn’t planned Ray. It just happens~

—

Year 2043

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 9

Susan = Age 10

[A hide and seek game was going on. The children were scrambling to find a place to hide in the house. Susan decided to sneak into Isabella’s room and hide underneath a clothed table. She hears the door open and a couple footsteps.]

Susan: ‘These footsteps…two people?’

Ray: So the next shipping will come next year? That’s quite some time.

Isabella: Yeah.

Susan: ‘Ray and Mama?’

Ray: Who’s turn is it? It’s Chucky, isn’t it?

Isabella: Susan

Ray: ! [A dreadful feeling took over his body the moment she mentions Susan.]

Susan: ‘Me? What about me? What are they talking about?’

Ray: Wait why?!

Isabella: Why so distraught? I’ve been shipping out low quality products, Abbie being the previous one. Susan is the best one in a long while. She’ll be turning 11 soon.

Ray: ‘Shit that’s right. I’ve been so focused on the low scores, I didn’t realize the age limit is 12.‘

Ray: Can’t you wait longer? The human brain will still continue to develop after 12.

Isabella: Ray. That cannot happen. The higher ups demand the best quality products right now and the rules are to ship out anyone before or once they turn 12. They are willing to wait for a year but no longer than that. The harvest must be perfect. So, everyone else will have to wait. Besides, why are you suddenly asking that now? Are you suggesting you’re breaking your end of the deal?

Ray: No. Why would the thought cross my mind?

‘Damn it. It’s too risky!’

Isabella: The shipment will go as scheduled.

[Isabella leaves the room. Susan leaves her hiding spot and confronts Ray who was surprised to find she’s been hiding there the whole time.]

Susan: Ray…what were you and Mama talking about?

Ray: It’s nothing important.

Susan: What happened to Abbie? Olivia, Michelle, Marcus, Robert, Helena…our older siblings…Didn’t they find happy homes?

Ray: You don’t need to know.

Susan: I have a right to know! They’re our friends! Our family! You and Mama were also talking about me right? So it is my busine–

Ray: DON’T COME INTO THE DARKNESS!

Susan: [flinches]!

Ray: Sorry. It’s better if you stay oblivious. But if you really want to know so badly, figure it out on your own. You’re a smart girl Susan. The fact that you’ve been able to stay alive for 10 years. Why don’t you put the puzzle pieces together?

Susan: ‘Alive?’

Susan: Why are you being so difficult right now? What are you saying? I don’t understand! ‘Just when I thought we were getting closer!’

Ray: That’s great.

Susan: Ray.

Ray: …

Susan: You know what? You’re right. I’m not stupid. You were acting really suspicious a few years back. There was that time you scratched your ear and you wouldn’t let me see it. Mind telling me about that?

Ray: …

Susan: [Sighs] ‘He’s not talking…’

Do the others know? Do Emma and Norman know?

Ray: …

Susan: ‘I’m going to have to go with no’

Susan: Alright fine. You don’t have to tell me. But!

…let’s make the most of our time together. Okay?

Ray: …

[Susan leaves the room. Ray stays standing there for a long while.]

Ray: ‘If only I could bring her along too..but’

[He clenches his fist in frustration]

‘It’s too early…I don’t have enough materials to disable the transmitter. Damn it…Damn it!’

—

Year 2044

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 10

Susan = Age 11

Isabella: Congratulations Susan. You’re going to join a foster family.

Hao: Congratulations!

Susan: Ah. Yeah…

Cedi: What’s wrong? Aren’t you excited?

Susan: It’s just Ray and I had a fight and it’s been going on for a year now. I hope we’ll be able to make up before I go.

‘Ray, why are you avoiding me? I’m glad you’re hanging out with Emma and Norman more now but please… come talk to me too….I really miss our talks…’

—

[The next day]

[Susan stares out of the window on her final day at the house. Then, she decided to go see Ray. She finds him in his room, looking out the window like she was and facing away from her.]

Susan: Ray.

[Ray senses her presence and hears her. However, he makes no move from the window.]

Susan: I gave what you said some thought and I think I understand now. What you’ve been doing and why you are doing it. What you’ve been hiding….

…Thank you.

Ray: …Why are you thanking me? I’ve done nothing worthy of thanks.

Susan: You’ve tried to stop the shipment, didn’t you? You say something but you act differently. You’ve given me hints and clues throughout the past year. You were watching me from afar. In truth, you care.

[Ray clenches his teeth as a mix of anger, sadness, and disappointment welled up in his chest.]

Ray: ….Sorry….I couldn’t protect you….

[Susan sees his shoulders slightly shaking as he tries to keep it all in.]

Ray: I couldn’t save you…

…I thought if I could at least let you smile a little longer…

‘I thought if I kept my distance, it wouldn’t hurt this much…’

Sorry…I kept it from you this entire time.

Susan: You don’t need to be sorry…it’s not your fault…really…

[Ray hears a sob from behind him. Susan begins to cry a lot, tears running down her face.]

Susan: I know already but! I’m scared. I’m really scared right now!

[She tackles him with a hug from behind. Ray’s eyes widened and wavered as he felt her hold tighten around him.]

Susan: I don’t want to die!!! I want to live longer! I want to see you grow up and become a fine man!

[Ray feels his eyes begin to water. A teardrop manages to escape. Isabella appears at the door to find them.]

Isabella: Susan. It’s time.

[Susan wipes her tears away and tries to smile. Ray doesn’t see it though, refusing to look at anything but the window.]

Susan: Farewell Ray…happy birthday to me…

[Ray hears Susan and Isabella’s footsteps as they head downstairs, his hands clenched at his sides and his head hanging low.]

‘Sorry.’

Isabella: Everyone, Susan is going to leave now!

[Everyone comes over to say goodbye to Susan.]

Gilda: Bye Susan! I hope you’ll get to wear some pretty clothes on your birthday!

Don: Happy Birthday! May you live happily with your new family!

Emma: Huh? Where’s Ray? Why isn’t he coming down?

Norman: He’s probably sulking.

Susan: Emma. Norman. Please take care of Ray. I’m counting on you two.

Emma & Norman: We will!

Susan: Bye everyone!

[Susan exits with a smile on her face. She walks with Isabella outside towards the gate.]

Isabella: 🎵 🎵 🎵 ~

Susan: [shocked] Mama…that song…

Isabella: [smiles]

—

[The next day]

Emma: Ray! Come play tag with us!

Ray: …I’ll pass.

Emma: Come on! You shouldn’t sulk all the time! I’m sure Susan will send a letter to you some time!

Norman: He’s reverting back to how he used to be.

Emma: I won’t let that happen! We promised Susan we’ll take care of Ray!

Norman: That’s right. Ray is our friend and family. Give him some time though. They were pretty close to each other. It wasn’t that long ago since she left.

Emma: Okay.

[Norman and Emma leave Ray to his devices. Ray sits in his usual spot by the tree. It didn’t feel the same though. There was an empty feeling from where Susan would sit. His thoughts were talking as if Susan was still there.]

Ray: ‘Don’t worry I’ll make sure those two stay alive. They’re important to me.’

‘Susan, wait for me….soon I’ll see you on the other side..’

[suepixels]

Get to Know Me

Make a simself and add traits if you like but you don’t need to! “Me with my most important men Nero Valcari on the right and Levithian Cavallo on the left - Pixelthirst is real, you guys!” The peeps I met here who encouraged me to start my story? Yeah, I’m freakin’ grateful! Thank youu..! Aspiration: Soulmate + Bonus trait “Romantic” Traits: Creative, Active, Cheerful

I was tagged by the wonderful lady @cillaben and @awolzai is the one who created this tag. So if you wanna read all that shizzle about me. Go ahead and read, I’m not gonna stop you - Oh Gosh! Thanks a bunch, sweet Cilla, you are just wonderful the way you are to me and also for being a fab friend, I 💛  you , obviously you not gonna be tagged for this! Hehe - just messing around... 😉

I’m tagging following simmers because welp I don’t know much about them but I truly 💛 their blog and their stories and personality and would 💛  to know them better. @beverlyallitsims  @josiesimblr @tigerellasims , @tangandzing   @keysims , @skellysim @shysimblr , @weicyn, @glovely1simmer, @ktosiksims @fabflubs , @cayrees , @shespeakssimlish

Guys you don’t need to do this but it would be dope! There are loads of questions here. So you don’t have to answer all of them if you don’t feel like it. Even if I didn’t tag you feel free to do it - it’s fun!

WARNING: Answers to 125 questions are under the cut.

What is your name? Suzana

What is your nickname? Sue

🎂? May 11th

What is your favorite 📓 series?  Um, the last I read as a series was “The Lord of the rings” (A throwback to childhood, damm I was 13 when I read it the first time, hehe) I rather read single books 📚, seldom series

Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Ghosts? Dunno I’m not sure, never met one but don’t want either if they exist! LOL. Aliens? Wait a billion of galaxies with trillion of stars and I should believe that we are the only living creatures in the universe? Naah we are not alone - E.T. is out there. Does it answer your question? LOL

Who is your favorite author? Ugh... The ones I can think of right now? goshI have a bunch... um... Robert Greene, Marion Zimmer Bradley (all Avalon books) Patrice Leovold who’s book taught me that Eleanor of Aquitaine used to be a strong woman and queen of two countries in Europe! I love history stuff so I read a bunch of German authors who write historical novels.

What is your favorite radio station? If I listen to any it would be JAM FM from Berlin (Hip-Hop, RnB, Soul etc) Haven’t heard it in years... but Youtube is my main source for music, hehe

What is your favorite flavor of anything? If it’s not spicy go home and try it again, okay? It has to be spicy... yeah I’m used to it. A day without my Latte Macchiato is a no-no! (80% creamy milk with 1 cup of espresso, only the real deal for me, capeesh? Hehe! 

What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? Dope!

What is your current favorite song? 💛 Stuck in my head this one arrrgh gosh: Blindness by Justin Timberlake

What is your favorite word? Welp? LOL 😆

What was the last song you listened to? I will wait for you by Nicky Parrott

What 📺 show would you recommend for everybody to watch? The Originals, Vampire Diaries (isn’t it obvious?) Lucifer (love the sarcasm) The Good Doctor, This is Us and heck, yeah Game of Thrones agree with @cillaben

What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Any good sci-fi, fantasy movie “Just let me escape this world for a second or two”

Do you play video games? Yup, as an addict I play only Sims 4, 3 & 2 😲

What is your biggest fear? To die, too early before I could do all the things I desire to do.

What is your best quality, in your opinion? I’ve been told be caring, dunno!

What is your worst quality, in your opinion? I can be stubborn but hey someone told me I’m just persistent in all the things I do, you know... 😁

Do you like cats or dogs better? I used to love cats more but since my sis has a Malinois. I love both.. Guys, Stella is the best craziest dog I’ve seen!

What is your favorite season? Summer

Are you in a relationship? Neep, bloody single...welp =D

What is something you miss from your childhood?  My love for ballet? I did yesterday the first time after 15 yrs some exercises on a bar at the gym and the belief that anything is possible - still hoping!

Who is your best friend? Currently, run out of “best friends” shizzle

What is your eye color? Green-yellowish - yup like a cat  😁

What is your hair color? By nature? Ash blonde but I love brown!

Who is someone you 💛? My sister and my nephews

Who is someone you trust? Only my big sis

Who is someone you think about often? My ex, who I still love. I know I should drop it but when your heart says something else and your mind reminds you NOPE - Game over! Dang, it! Can someone press the restart button for me, please? LOL Naaah, don’t worry I’m fine but you know sometimes you think too much about could have, would have blah, blah...

Are you currently 🙌 about/for something? I’m 🙌 about to go to bed!

What is your biggest obsession? Fitness (again), Dancing, being creative, TV series, Cooking, Web surfing, Gaming, Traveling geez I can’t name them all I have many obsessions. LOL 

What was your favorite 📺 show as a 👶? As a child, I wasn’t allowed to watch TV but what I remember is that I liked “Once Upon a Time... Life” a European/Asien cartoon about how the human's body system works (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sY11Hu_ju5M&list=PLtAciEfQHAwvs1hIkWN_YNpD8E4sno--C)

Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? Nobody. I’m too open-minded and a bunch of peeps are simply sick in their head and interpret shizzle just because I say “Live your life your way - it’s not my business” So I keep it private.

Are you superstitious? Nope, not that I’m aware of =D

Do you have any unusual phobias? Darkness, if the light goes suddenly off and I see nothing? Yeah, it creeps the heck out of me. A childhood trauma - my mother did scare to death!

Do you prefer to be in front of the door or behind it? In front!

What is your favorite hobby? Fitness, surfing, 👀 movies and playing sims of course.

What was the last 📓 you read? The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene

What was the last movie you 👀? The new Fantastic Beasts movie

What musical instruments do you play, if any? None =( wish to play piano, tho - need to check Google Play for an app - LOL

What is your favorite animal?  Birds

What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow?  I have quite a bunch I check daily like a stalker - all wonderful human beings =) 

What superpower do you wish you had? The ability to be immortal

When and where do you feel most at ✌️? Sweet Home

What makes you 😁? Sarcastic Humor, it goes deep under your skin

What sports do you play, if any? Naah, I do Functional Fitness and soon Breakletics but I don’t play sports.

What is your favorite drink?  Latte Macchiato and Raspberry Mojito

When was the last time you wrote a ✋-written letter or note to somebody? A goodbye letter to my ex-boyfriend when I canceled to continue to be just friends with him. Well because of the feels I still have him...even after 5 yrs...still unforgotten!

Are you 😨 of heights? Depends...

What is your biggest pet peeve? Fake people, superficial characters

Have you ever been to a concert? Yes, quite a lot...

Are you vegan/vegetarian? Never ever - I need meat!

When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? A ballet dancer or an artist in general.

 What fictional place would you like to live in? Atlantis - Undersea Waterworld

What is something you worry about? Yes, I worry all the time

Are you 😨 of the dark? Depends, if there is no light, yes!

Do you like to sing? Yes!

Have you ever skipped school? Never. I was a proud nerd!

What is your favorite place on the 🌍? Home

Where would you like to live? Atlanta, USA or UK - London

Do you have any pets? Neep, not allowed by the landlord

Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? Night Owl

Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Sunrise - A new day to start fresh!

Do you know how to drive? I know, but I don’t have a license - hihi

Do you prefer earbuds or 🎧? Earbuds

Have you ever had braces? Neep, lucky me

What is your favorite genre of 🎶? RnB, Soul, Hip Hop, “German Hip Hop”, Classic, Jazz, Blues, Bossa Nova, Dancehall, Reggaeton, Twerk - actually all kind of genres, always depends on the song! 🎶

Who is your hero? Hero? Ugh... Dunno to be honest...

Do you read comic 📚? I used to, not anymore

What makes you the most 😠? Rudeness, Racism in general, Lies, and Betrayal

Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real 📓? I need a real book, okay? As much as I ’m a lover of newest technologies but some stuff are simply gold when it’s the “real deal”.

What was your favorite subject in school? Languages ( I speak 3 fluid English, German, Serbian somewhat a little French), Informatics, Art, Music, and History

Do you have any siblings? A sister and a brother

What was the last thing you bought? Meat

How tall are you? 5′3 or about 164 cms

Can you cook? Yeees, herbs? Spices? Experimenting? All that jazz, yes

What are three things that you 💛? My sis, Fitness and writing my story here.

What are three things that you hate? Racists, Betrayal and when people lie about their feelings.

Do you have more female friends or more male friends? Male, most women never liked me... dunno... why! 

What is your sexual orientation? Straight

Where do you currently live? Germany

Who was the last person you texted? My sister

When was the last time you 😢? On 3rd of Nov. because I saw my brother - we don’t talk

Who is your favorite YouTuber? Xurbansimsx (Sims) that’s it!

Do you like to take selfies? Neep, not currently... I gained too much... due to my illness but working it off now that I’m feeling better.

What is your favorite app? Tumblr and Pinterest

What is your relationship with your parent(s) like?  My dad passed away. Broken, dramatic family war! No, contact with my brother because of my mother this binch. My sister is my everything  💛 💛 💛

What is your favorite foreign accent? French and when American speak German, aaah I love it!.

What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? New York, South Africa, New Zeeland and Australia

What is your favorite number? 5

Can you juggle? Naaah

Are you religious? Nope

Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting? Both

Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? Sometimes, a little naughty, hehe

Are you allergic to anything? Cat hair :(

Can you curl your tongue? Yips

Can you wiggle your ears? Nooope

How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? When I’m wrong I do apologize but it happens seldom

Do you prefer the forest or the beach? Beach, babe!

What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? Who has told you that life is fair?

Are you a good liar? I guess I can be if I have to!

What is your Hogwarts 🏠? Hufflepuff

Do you talk to yourself? Yeah, I do so what? I just maintain a relationship with myself, okay  😂 Call me crazy, I don’t care..hehe 😜

Are you an introvert or an extrovert? extrovert

Do you keep a journal/diary? I used to but stopped, have 5 books

Do you believe in second chances? Yes

If you found a wallet full of 💰 on the ground, what would you do? Tbh? Currently, I would keep it.

Do you believe that people are capable of change? Difficult, it depends on the character. 

Are you ticklish? Some secrets areas - yeas!

Have you ever been on a ✈️? Heck yeah, quite a lot - I’m a “Fernweh” Girl and a traveler!

Do you have any piercings? Ears, Belly and I used to have my nose pierced, too but business sucks so I had to take it out! LOL

What fictional character do you wish was real? Mr. Darcy from ‘Pride and Prejudice’

Do you have any tattoos? Yes, one on my back and I want more!

What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? Running away from home, living my own life and not allowing anyone to tell me how I should live my life - I have one life to live, so my rules apply!

Do you believe in karma? Yes

Do you wear glasses or contacts? Contacts during daytime at night glasses

Do you want children? Yes, at least one - hopefully!

Who is the smartest person you know? My ex-boyfriend

What is your most embarrassing memory? When a friend of mine showed via an accident how fake she truly was. She lost her fake hair and her nails got broken and all this in public on a dancefloor in front of my friends. (We were teens, LOL)

Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Almost but not really so, naah

What color are most of your clothes? Black, mint, turquoise and darker versions of green, blue, brown and red.

Do you like adventures? Depends on adventure

Have you ever been on 📺? Almost as a TV-host for a German music channel! Had a casting back in my teenhood! 

How old are you? 35+ I look younger than I really am and I don’t feel like it. Nope, not gonna say it publicly. I would feel instantly older.. LOL but I tell in private!

What is your favorite movie quote? “He is your first love. I intend to be your last” - The Originals by Klaus Mikelson

Sweet or savory? Sweet

Yeah, you may notice I like to add videos =) that’s the song which spins around in my head currently... Love the beat!

[fayewonglibrary]

Sisters Magazine Interview (2003)

Your new album "To Love" was well received and the sales exceeded one million copies. How do you feel? Where did the inspiration for this album come from? Which song do you like best?

I'm in a good mood! Of course I am very happy it was well received. As for the creative inspiration, I believe a little bit came from normal everyday life and feelings. I don't have a song that I don't like, but if I have to choose, I feel most satisfied with the songs I wrote.

Faye Wong has always given people a unique style of singing and music. But what new elements were added to this album? Are there any different interpretations?

Compared with the past, there's no breakthrough. The so-called new elements may be some fresh folk songs with some accompaniment such as guitar or piano added to the arrangement. The interpretation of each song is arbitrary, just express the feelings as it should be. And the whole album is not as strongly contrasting as before, so it gives people a warmer feeling. In fact, every album is always a bit regrettable, but this one has the least regret and it is the most satisfactory recent one.

You collaborated closely with producer Zhang Yadong, what new spark did it bring this time?

After working with him for more than five years, we have a tacit understanding. He is very talented and hardworking. He can both compose and arrange. He can compose many songs at once. It is fate to get to collaborate with him. We have a lot of room for development and we will definitely continue to collaborate.

It took two years to prepare this album. What difficulties and pressures did you encounter?

Actually, there was no great difficulty, but there was some pressure. The so-called pressure was on the producer, Yadong. But I really enjoy being involved in the music. It is difficult to adjust my experience even under pressure. Even if the overall opinions say that the song is too extreme, I will know how to pick and choose. As for the lyrics, I still hide a lot of my feelings. It might be a bit difficult to understand, because there is no commercial element, so others will think it is profound.

What is your vision for love today?

I don’t set any goals and I don’t plan.

In the lyrics of "To Love", there is a line "Love is like a war", is your view of love really like this?

I personally think that love is not literally the same as war, it's just the influence of external factors. Others people always try to put their emotions into your relationship. I don't think the lyrics are very gloomy. If people who listen to the song think what I write is very gloomy, it means you are more pessimistic about things. But no matter how I write it or express it, people will always have many different interpretations. But this is not something I consider, so I don't mind. I think using your own feelings will be more comfortable when understanding the lyrics.

Then the people who know you best must be Zhang Yadong or lyricist Lin Xi. Do you like sharing your thoughts with your friends in private?

Yadong and I are very good friends. As for Lin Xi, I don't actually have much communication with him. But what he writes is close to my ideas and there is a mutual understanding there. I don't instruct him to write anything. The person who knows me best is myself, and in private, I am a person who doesn’t like to talk about things. It’s fine to chat with them and friends casually but words can’t express my inner feelings because they haven’t experienced what I have. It’s not accurate when just talking about it like that.

Will the song "MV" that Nicholas made for you cause a lot of speculation?

No speculation, I’ve never been afraid of what others think. Anyway, I just sing good songs.

In your mind, what is the ranking of love, friendship and family? Do you think that everything in the world must have love?

I think that all three are part of life and they are not arranged in any order. The so-called "love" and "not love" are things that everyone must have. If having love is happy and satisfying, then go for it. If you ask me about "hate", I think people should have both happiness and sadness. Some things, if you you have experienced it before, then you'll be mentally prepared to face the loss, then you can be satisfied and happy and own it. Do not care whether this kind of thing is good or bad in the eyes of others. I think there is no absolute right or wrong, as long as you are happy.

How do you pursue this kind of love? For example, do you hope that your daughter will reciprocate?

No matter if it’s my family or my lover, I can't spoil them too much. I will not rely on a certain relationship. Never make love a goal, just go with the flow. I’m so clear in my career that I can judge what I will and won’t do, but feelings are feelings. I think that giving is not the same as getting, because when I give, I am already happy. As for the love from my daughter, if I can get the same in return, I’ll certainly feel very pleased and treat it as an unexpected gain!

The emergence of SARS this year has added a lot of love to society and brought out more loving messages. What inspiration does SARS have for you?

For SARS or when natural and man-made disasters occur, there will be many love events. But love should not only appear in times of adversity. In fact, it should appear all the time, but rarely are people mindful about it.

What is special about the December concert?

Although I have not held a concert in Hong Kong in five years, I have been to Singapore, Malaysia, Southeast Asia and other regions to perform during this period, so I am not out-of-practice with concerts. This concert is mainly music, then image and stage design. We should put the music first.

This year, newcomers are debuting in large numbers. What do you think of them, as the heavenly queen of music?

It’s a phenomenon that new people are debuting in large numbers. I don’t have any opinion on them because everyone has their own path, everyone has different characteristics and conditions. So looking at them all working hard for their goal, I wish them success.

What kind of music touches your heart the most?

Any type of music can touch me, but the type is not an important factor. As long as it can touch me, it must be spiritual and alive!

How do you play the role of this robot in the recently filmed "2046"?

It depends on the director’s request. There is no verbal dialogue. It only uses movements to express emotions. The face cannot have too many expressions, but it must also bring out emotions because robots have many fixed programming settings.  Fortunately, under the guidance of the director, it makes it easier for me to play this role.

What are your interests outside of work?

I like to relax. I usually spend time playing with Tong Tong. I am really happy being with Tong Tong.

The song "Child" was written for your daughter. Will she be your main source of inspiration? What are the similarities between you and your daughter? What kind of mother do you think you are now? A loving mother?

I can’t say that she is my main source of inspiration. As for the similarities, I think it’s personality.  I myself am not a typical mother. It may have to do with my job, hehe, I don’t know...

In recent years, you believed in Buddhism. When you read Buddhist scriptures, what enlightenment do you have to keep up with your life?

I think it will have more impact on people and life. In addition to reading Buddhist scriptures, my own experiences touched me the most and what I benefited the most was to understand myself better, so I could understand others. There is actually not much distance between people. After seeing many aspects of oneself, they can understand others better. In the end, you find that nothing is unforgivable. The most important thing is to forgive yourself and enlighten yourself.

Hong Kong and Beijing, which is your favorite? How do you feel about the two places?

The two places have different feelings. Beijing gives me the feeling of "home". I stay there most of the time. Hong Kong is also another home. I have lived here for more than ten years. But every time I go to Hong Kong, I’m working, so I feel like Hong Kong is the "workplace".

How do you describe your relationship with the media?

My relationship with the media is actually very normal. It’s a pleasure to talk to the media at work and try to answer questions in every interview. But it’s just that it’s hard to express myself sometimes. Many artists like to be interviewed, but this is not my personality. I just say what I want to say. As for the paparazzi, I'm already unbothered and there's nothing they can do about it. As long as they don’t disturb my life, I’m fine. Until now, the window of my house is still open. Since you can't stop being secretly filmed, it's better to continue doing what you want.

It is often reported by the media that you are cold and have a bad attitude. Is it because you don't know how to communicate with others and express yourself?

Maybe when I was young, my parents went to work, leaving only my grandmother to take care of me. In the absence of communication with family members, I gradually went my own way. Then when I first entered the industry, I couldn't accept that I didn't even have the right to choose my own clothes and I had to passively do a lot of publicity work. Now, when I attend any public functions and smiled, the media suddenly felt that I had changed my style and said it’s strange that Faye Wong was in a good mood today. Maybe my image of a "cool” and stern face has been perpetuated. But in fact, I have always just been myself.

What is the most inspiring sentence recently?

Let it go and it will blossom.

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SOURCE: SISTERS // TRANSLATED BY: FAYE WONG FUZAO

[bansheecompanion]

Marrish “Deleted” Scenes

Hello everyone! 

So, since we’re all frustrated by the fact that there has been almost no marrish scenes so far, I thought we could write our own. The idea is to write scenes that would have been cut off, but that could have been canon, so that we can all pretend they really happened lmao. So, if you have any idea, you can send prompts to me (or to someone else who has a better writing and takes prompts, or just write it yourself! :D)

I’m not born an english speaker, but I tried to write one of these scenes. It is set during Episode 5, after the Stilinskis refuse to believe Lydia (around 00:27 minutes into the episode). I apologise in advance in case I make some typos or write sentences that make no sense. 

Hope you enjoy! (don’t hesitate to give me feedback, since I have absolutely no idea if my writing is worth anything! And I also think I should warn you that Stydia/Stiles mentioned haha) (I needed it for “oh-shit-i’m-jealous”!Parrish, hehe)

Title: If Only You Could Know

Rating: K+

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst

read on AO3

Lydia stumbled out the Stilinskis’ house, her vision blurry from the tears filling her wide eyes. Her shoulders were shaking with sobs, and even her legs began to tremble as she felt a sudden weakness, as if she had been carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders for too long, and when she realized that she just wasn’t able to walk properly, she sat down on the sidewalk, clutching the old certificate between her hands; as if she were praying and the paper were an old relic that might somehow help her. The jeep did belong to Stiles. She knew it, she could feel it in her guts. But how could the Stilinskis not remember? Lydia had quickly solved the puzzle in her mind: Stiles was the nickname of the Sheriff’s father, and if he was their friend, he must have been a teenager. And now, the jeep in the high school’s parking… He was a teenager, probably still leaving with his parents.

No, only his Dad, a voice corrected her.

There wasn’t any doubt. Stiles was Noah Stilinski’s son. How could he not remember him? How could he refuse to remember him?

For some reason she couldn’t explain, the idea that even his father didn’t remember Stiles made her heart break even more. She let out a heavy sob and closed her eyes, hugging her legs to her chest and then resting her forehead on her knees.

Drowning in her sorrow, she didn’t notice the Sheriff Department’s car slowing down before her. A familiar voice seemed to be calling her name, but it seemed so far away at the moment that she didn’t react, keeping her head bowed and her eyes closed.

He would have recognized this strawberry-blonde hair anywhere. The usual warm feeling that rose inside his chest every time he was near her didn’t fail to appear once again. Jordan had grown used to it by now, and even if he couldn’t just simply ignore it, he tried to convince himself that this was only a reaction from his other self, that it was the hellhound reacting to the banshee and nothing more. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way about her.

She was sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, her head buried in her knees in a worrying position that made him frown. He slowed down, but she didn’t seem to hear the engine. As the car stopped in front of her, he noticed that her shoulders were shaking almost violently. She suddenly seemed so small and broken, sitting here alone.

“Lydia?” He called, hesitating, rolling down the window.

She didn’t respond, not even lifted her head. He called her one more time, this time with more confidence, but it was as if she couldn’t hear him, so he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

“Lydia,” he spoke softly, gently putting a hand on her shoulder.

She started as she felt a warm hand resting on her shoulder. She looked up and saw two green concerned eyes staring down at her.

“What’s wrong?” Parrish asked, sitting down beside her.

He kept his hand on her shoulder, and Lydia felt grateful for it. His hand was steady and warm, which was strangely soothing, and seemed to calm her tremors.

“It’s Stiles,” she blubbered helplessly. “Nobody believes me when I say he was — is, he is real, his parents think I’m crazy, even Scott isn’t sure anymore and I just… I…”

Her cries didn’t let her finish her sentence, so she looked down, ashamed to be so incapable of controlling herself. She could feel his eyes on her — she often did, but never found a plausible explanation for it. Then he simply said:

“I believe you.”

She let out a small gasp and turned to him. For a moment he looked her over, watching her half-open mouth, unable to keep his eyes off her full lips that were still moist from her crying. Then he realized what he was doing, and with a wave of contempt for himself he locked his eyes with hers again. She was blinking at him, startled, with lashes wet from tears.

“You really do?” She asked through a tearful voice.

“Yes,” he replied with a warm smile, giving a soft squeeze to her shoulder.

“But… you don’t remember him either, do you?”

She sounded full of hope, and Parrish almost regretted his previous words, realizing how she had wrongly interpreted them.

“No, I don’t,” he began carefully. “But that’s not the point. What I mean is, if that means so much to you Lydia, and if you believe that he exists, I don’t need any proof. I trust you, that’s all. If you believe he is real… then so do I.”

He kept his gaze on her face while talking, and didn’t look away once he had finished. Lydia couldn’t believe what she was hearing — that he was ready to believe someone he had never heard of (at least after Stiles was taken) did exist, even if she had no way to prove it. She felt her brow furrowing slightly as she tilted her head on one side, staring back at him with real wonder.

“Thank you,” she finally whispered in response, realizing at the same time that she had been holding her breath, as if she expected him to tell her that he was joking and that she needed to see a therapist as soon as possible.

Her voice was still a bit husky, and she could still feel the dampness on her cheeks, but she had calmed down and stopped crying. She thought of Stiles; she knew he would have believed her too, if Parrish had been taken instead of him.

Parrish smiled at her — a small but honest smile, full of kindness and comfort.

“I wish I could help you,” he told her honestly. “I really do. I hope you’ll find him, because… you really seem to care about him.”

“I do,” Lydia nodded. “Very much. I think… I think must have loved him,” she murmured while focusing her eyes on her knees, so quietly that she wasn’t sure if he had heard. She regretted her words almost instantly, wishing she could take them back, thinking how silly he must have found her; a teenage girl desperate to find the love she couldn’t even remember.

The words hurt much more than he had expected. If she had fired a bullet inside his chest, it would have been less painful. Before he could even control it, the warm feeling in his chest suddenly started to burn; and this time it hurt like hell. She wasn’t looking at him, but still he dropped his head between his shoulders, afraid that his eyes had suddenly turned into the shade of molten lava. He let his hand fall from her shoulder and clenched his fists, trying to control his body.

It’s the hellhound, he told himself, it’s trying to take over. Yet he didn’t feel the hellhound’s sudden control like he usually did when he turned. There was pain and rage inside of him, and as he tried to reach the hellhound to shut him down, he realized with horror that these were his own feelings. The hellhound was here, he always felt its presence when he was near the banshee, but the beast seemed asleep, apathetic, which only left him, the man. He was so unused to such emotions that it took his breath away for a brief moment, short enough for Lydia not to notice. He was furious, furious at himself, and furious at this boy, Stiles, even though he could not find any valid reason to be angry at the poor kid. He had done nothing to him.

But she loves him, a voice calmly pointed out.

The hellhound. It had finally awaken, alerted by Jordan’s excessive reaction, but it didn’t seem to want to take over him, which reassured Jordan. It was just observing quietly, from the back of his mind.

What did you think, it went on, its voice full of sarcasm and mockery. That she was meant to be with you? That you and her were soulmates?

Shut up, Jordan snapped internally, trying to silence it, although he knew it was quite useless. The hellhound was part of him, always revealing his darkest thoughts and desires when he least expected it.

You poor fool, a voice sighed, and Jordan was unable to tell if it was the hellhound’s or his own.

Lydia was eighteen, yes, but she was still in highschool, and he was almost twenty-five and a Sheriff’s deputy. It was wrong. He must not — he had no right to feel the way he did. The hallucinations he had, even if they were probably the results of their supernatural bond, already made him feel bad enough. They did have a bond, but it was only because of the hellhound. He had been drawn to Beacon Hills through his supernatural alter-ego, and it was the reason they had grown closer over the summer, however he couldn’t help but wonder if the hellhound hadn’t been there… would there be anything left between them?

“I’m sorry,” she apologized after what she probably thought was an awkward silence because he didn’t know what to reply. “I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“Don’t apologize,” he reassured her. “I’m glad you told me.”

She finally looked up at him, her eyes still a little puffy.

“Why?”

“Because… because that means you trust me. And I know you don’t trust people easily, so… thank you.”

She offered him a curious look in return.

“Why wouldn’t I trust you? You saved my life at least three times, and my friends’, back in Eichen House. If it hadn’t been for you, I would have killed them all. Besides, this could have killed you too. You put yourself in great danger just to help us.”

“It wasn’t really me, you know. It was the hellhound.”

“Of course it was you,” she responded, sounding almost hurt.

“You don’t know that. I’m not like you Lydia. You… you are the banshee. You access the supernatural, it works through you… but it doesn’t control you like it does with me. It’s like… it’s always with me. Sometimes I can hear a voice in my head that is not mine, telling me things… I’m aware that it could take over me at any moment, and that I wouldn’t be able to stop it. It could hurt people. Perhaps even people I care about… maybe even you.”

Lydia blinked at him, startled. When finally she spoke, her voice was soft.

“I’m sorry. I’ve spoken with the hellhound, once, and it wasn’t a nice being. It must be so hard to have it constantly with you… But, Jordan, you are a good person. You remind me of Scott, sometimes. You care about people. And that’s why you’re also a great cop. This, your kindness, it’s stronger than the hellhound. I know it is. You think it controls you, but you can control it. And that’s what you did that time you broke through the walls of Eichen House, just to help my friends getting me back.”

“I wish you were right,” he sighed. “But what if it was just the hellhound, wanting to get the banshee back?”

Lydia breathed deeply.

“What does your heart tell you?” She asked delicately as she tilted her head to meet his gaze, putting a comforting hand on his arm, just above his wrist.

Jordan glanced down at her hand, liking the feeling of it, as if a small bird had just landed on his arm. Then he looked back at her. She was watching him, a sad smile curling her lips.

I came for you, he thought as he gazed at her. I came for you because I couldn’t bear the thought of knowing you in that place, scared and alone. I hated myself for letting them take you in the first place. I was so afraid that they would hurt you. The hellhound was ready to kill anyone that got in our way, and I knew I would have let it.

It was me.

The whole time.

Instead he just slightly shook his head before looking down again, sighing.

“You know,” Lydia started, hesitating, suddenly almost shy. “Sometimes, Scott couldn’t restraint his transformations… but he told me that he had found a way to control this, by finding an anchor. His anchor was Allison, the girl I told you about. Maybe… maybe you need to find an anchor, too. Someone close to you, someone you care about, like… I don’t know, maybe Deputy Clark.”

“Clark?!” Jordan chuckled, half amused, half amazed to see how unaware of her impact on him Lydia actually was.

Suddenly quite conscious of their age difference and of his deputy uniform, Lydia blushed, taking her hand back and bowing her head bashfully. They had never talked about such personal things before. She just knew he lived alone, and he only knew that she had dated Jackson, because apparently Scott couldn’t tell the story of “the boy who had ended up turning into a giant murderous lizard” without mentioning the fact that the said murderous lizard used to be her boyfriend. However, she herself had never once mentioned her love life to Parrish, though she considered him as a friend… but was this feeling even reciprocal? Did he see her as a friend, or just as a teenage girl, a “smart kid”, like all the rest of the adults seem to see her? Parrish had always been kind to her, treating her like an equal, but he was nice to everyone. How was she any different? He had never talked to her about Clark, she had just… guessed, seeing them laughing together, him sitting behind his desk, Clark casually leaning on it, both sharing a coffee. She had thought she liked him, — because who couldn’t like Parrish? — and that he liked her, because… well, Hayden’s sister was a very pretty, very smart and brave young woman. And they worked together, so it seemed predetermined… But now, seeing how amused Parrish actually was, Lydia understood how wrong she had been. It had been silly of her to assume that they were together just from a few interactions. And very heteronormative, she scolded herself. Maybe Parrish liked men. Maybe Deputy Clark liked women. Or maybe both. None of that was her business anyways.

“Or Deputy Gray,” she added just to correct herself, still not looking at him.

“I’m not gay,” Parrish replied, laughing at her visible embarrassment.

“Oh… Well, maybe Clark would…”

“I’m not interested in Clark,” he cut her off.

“Okay,” Lydia nodded quietly before biting her lips into a thin line to prevent herself from talking any more nonsense.

“You have a point though,” he added carefully. “Maybe I need an anchor.”

“Do you think you could find something? Or someone?” She questioned, turning back to him.

He was considering her thoughtfully.

“I think I already have,” he finally said, looking straight at her, his gaze steady and calm.

For some reason, his stare made her feel uncomfortable. He had never looked at her like this… or she had never noticed. She squinted, brow wrinkling slowly, trying to come up with some sort of explanation.

“Lydia,” Parrish began, “I—”

“Parrish?”

Lydia jumped, but didn’t bother turning back to face the Sheriff. Instead she closed her eyes to calm down the beatings of her heart. She didn’t know if they were due to the Sheriff’s sudden interruption, or to Parrish’s penetrating gaze. She had completely forgotten about the fact that she had been sitting on the sidewalk in front of the Stilinskis’ house.

“What are you doing there? Is she alright?” Stilinski questioned.

“Yeah, don’t worry Sheriff. I was about to give her a ride home,” Jordan replied, getting up on his feet.

“Okay. Okay, good,” the Sheriff nodded, visibly worried, before slowly going back inside the house, while he kept glancing behind his shoulder.

“We should probably go,” Jordan said.

He held out his hand to Lydia, who hesitated before taking it carefully, as if she were scared to burn herself by touching him. He helped her to set upright on her feet, but she staggered a little, so he instinctively put a hand on her waist.

“I’m fine,” she assured. “And I can walk back home. I don’t live very far from here…”

“You’ll never accept my ride offers, will you?” He teased her, trying to act normal, after what he had almost said.

She managed a laugh before replying:

“I just think my mom would freak out if she saw me arriving in a deputy’s car.”

Parrish smiled. This was probably true.

“Goodbye Jordan,” Lydia prompted. “And… thank you. For understanding,” she added as she began to walk away.

“Will I see you soon?” Was all he managed to reply, hoping he didn’t sound too desperate.

“I don’t know… just, be careful with the ghost riders. Don’t let them take you. I… we need you around,” she whispered.

Parrish nodded seriously, feeling like she had just gave him a very important mission. He watched her as she walked away, her heels clicking on the grey concrete, but she had only made a few steps that she halted to a stop, before spinning around towards him.

“Jordan, can I ask you something?” She asked, suddenly more confident.

“Sure, what?”

“Are we friends? Like… do you actually like me?”

“What? Lydia, of course I like you,” Jordan snorted, turning away to laugh.

Way more than I should.

She seemed pleased by his answer, for a sweet smile formed on her full lips.

“Okay. I just… needed to know. Because of, you know, our age difference. And your status. I was scared you might think I was too young to be your friend, or that you were afraid that people would start talking if we were close,” she explained, walking up to him again.

“Let them talk,” he responded, lowering his head so he could meet her eyes. “If I had to choose between you and my job, Lydia, I’d choose you in a heartbeat.”

Her smile faded slowly at his words. Jordan wondered if he had said something wrong, but before he could add any more, she stepped on her tiptoes and planted a small kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you,” she breathed again before turning around and walking away for good.

Jordan’s jaw had dropped. The cheek where Lydia had laid her lips was burning.

But what a lovely way to burn.

[uncle-ak]

What is Your Language?

“Cards on the table, we are both showing hearts”… guess where that line is from?

One day I was out for a happy hour with coworkers and some of their spouses. I was excited that someone among us could speak French because the opportunity to speak French doesn't happen often. I’m originally from Cameroon a bilingual country (for those who may not know) and I grew up speaking both English and French so I take on the slightest opportunity to speak or write in French because I find that I’m slowly losing the ability to fluently communicate in French. As the saying goes; if you don’t use it (whatever ‘it’ may be), you lose it, just like a muscle.

So while I was enjoying my conversation in French, a coworker’s spouse approached me and asked; “what is your language?” I said; do you mean the language I was speaking before you interrupted or my primary/first language? He said; “what language do you identify with?” I said; English primarily, followed by French. He said: Nope those are not your languages; those are your country of origin’s national language. I laughed and said; well your question was not specific enough, if you are asking about my native language, then I can argue that it is my parent’s native language and they got it from their parents and so on and so forth…

Why am I sharing this story? Well, it is to shed light on how individual perspectives/understanding differ and how being a little more specific could facilitate communication. Also, it is a connection to sharing my perspective about another type of language which in my opinion is interpreted differently by different people and could be complicated to explain and or express. It so happens that we are in the month of February which is commercialized with gifts of chocolates, cards, flowers and all that is involved with loving others a little more publicly or expressing more love or expressing it differently compared to the rest of the year… nothing wrong with that!

What is your primary Love Language? This leads me to the book titled; The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman. Before delving into my perspective on the book, I have a question; would you say love is a feeling or a choice? I would like to read your thoughts on your answer and why. The few people I’ve had the chance to have this conversation with tend to pick a side without articulating why? There’s no right or wrong answer, it is based on individual experiences/perspectives. I’ll share my thoughts as I read those shared.

Switching gears a little bit; a topic I'd like to have a conversation about is unconditional love. In my humble opinion, only God’s love for us (humans) is unconditional, followed by the love from parents to their children which could sometimes feel like it is conditional depending on how the love is given versus how it is received and if love is viewed as a choice or a feeling or if it is relative based on the type of relationship/connection. I feel that human love for each other is it in a family setting or romantic or platonic relationship is somewhat conditional. Permit me to explain before we get all wired-up! I know that 1 Cor 13: 4-8 in the Bible reads Love is patient, love is kind… etc and I totally agree with what love is or should be according to that.

Now let me flip the script; as humans would we always love those who are not honest with us? Assuming love is too deep a word to use, let us use ‘like’. Are we going to like someone who disrespects us and or who doesn’t reciprocate our efforts? Our goal could be to strive to love unconditionally but recognizing and admitting that human love/like for each other is more conditional than unconditional is the first step in the journey. I once came across something along the lines of, if you can honestly replace someone’s name in the place of Love is… for example; Person A is Kind, Person A is patient…etc then you’ve found a true/real one.

Keeping in mind that no one is perfect and may not be able to fulfill all that love entails based on those verses. Also be reminded not to take them for granted because as humans we are flawed and can only tolerate so much. Also, be reminded that we are called to do unto others as we would have done unto us. Pretty much treat others the way we would like to be treated. If we can't swallow the medicine we dispense to others then it will help to rethink our thoughts/actions. Think for a second; if someone had to give us a taste of our medicine, how would we feel?

Another side to this love coin is that it tends to come with expectations, hence conditional I would say. Love and fear are said to be the only two real emotions, everything else comes from it. Saying “I love you” with the underlying expectation that the other person will say “I love you too” is conditional love in my opinion and could have been said out of fear of it not being reciprocated. Our pain comes from having rigid expectations of how love should be. We can only truly love others if we truly love ourselves. Certain expectations lead to attachment/holding on as a result of fear and when certain conditions aren’t met, resentment sets in. Can we love without expectations/conditions? oh, by the way, this isn’t about telling you how to love or not to love, it is about recognizing the pattern/cycle we spin in because we can only improve on something if we acknowledge it for what it is. This is not to say we shouldn’t have expectations and or standards, we should, however, be open to realizing that sometimes some expectations may result in attachment/holding onto something that isn’t there and may lead to resentment.

Prior to Aug 2015, I used to send text messages expecting a response within a certain time frame especially since WhatsApp has that double blue checkmark indicating that the person has received/seen your message. I deactivated that feature; as such my last seen online is deactivated, I can't know who views my WhatsApp statuses and others can't know whether I've seen their statuses. People interpret deactivating that feature as being secretive. We are all entitled to our opinions/thoughts of why people do what they do. I, however, did that to free myself of certain expectations; one of which was expecting a response to a text just because the double-check marks turned blue, or just because someone was last seen online at a certain time means they should have responded to my message or posting something on WhatsApp status expecting that a particular person will see it before the 24hrs elapse.

 I used to expect that people would render me a favor because I rendered them a favor. I had a mental shift which now translates to; I do what I do because I can, because I am able to and because I want to. Not necessarily with the expectation that they will do the same for me nor because I “have to.” No worries about being taken for granted or taken advantage of because the favors are done out of ‘want to’ not ‘need to’ nor ‘have to’ and I believe that when you do good deeds, it is returned to you in other aspects least expected and not necessarily by those you rendered the good deed to. 

So herewith a few things I have learned about this thing called love from my experience thus far and from reading The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman and bits and pieces from other books/articles I can’t quite pinpoint at this moment. The five love languages for those who aren’t familiar with them are; receiving gifts, quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service and physical touch. Learning about our primary and secondary love languages as well as those of our significant others, siblings and friends help facilitate communication. How would it facilitate communication? Take, for example, I won’t respond to each love language the same way that I would respond to my primary love language and as such, the person portraying it may feel unappreciated and that could create a ripple effect.

We tend to live by and express our primary love language the most. My primary love language is acts of service. I love the efforts people put into being of service to others. It doesn't have to be something grand; something as simple as holding the door for the person behind me, volunteering, helping someone carry their groceries, and helping someone out with chores. Some of the most simple acts of service that warm my heart are; handing me a throw/blanket when I’m sitting on the couch or me waking-up to being covered after falling asleep on the couch. Another would be a made-up bed, a homemade meal or a simple cup of herbal tea. Also, getting a ride especially to an area I don't like driving to, someone helping me parallel park my car because I don’t like doing it. Adding to the list would be having deep thought-provoking conversations which I see as service of time and act of the mind/brain but could potentially fall under the love language of quality time (aka QTs… hehe) which happens to be my secondary love language. I love sharing time and space with people who intrigue me. I love the experience of time shared. #momentsshared

I learned from reading this book that people can only love you the best way they know how to. Not understanding another person's primary way of receiving love which is their love language can lead to misunderstanding and unnecessary conflict. For example, I can't expect someone whose primary love language is receiving gifts to love me in an act of service way. Me loving someone in an act of service way and they not reciprocating it the way that I want could lead to feeling unappreciated. But if I understand their love language and they understand mine, it clears out some of the miscommunication/misunderstandings which could build-up over time and lead to conflict.

Do you know your primary and secondary love language? If not I’d suggest you find out as well as that of your partner/significant other, close family members, close friends or better still, read the book for more in-depth knowledge on how to put love into practice/action. Then thank you for making that effort to communicate better. Link to an online love language quiz https://www.5lovelanguages.com/quizzes/

There happens to have been a guest on Sitmpod; Netty and D who shared their experience mentioning the love languages. Link.

Composed By: Manekeu N Ndoping